Guardian of the West Gate:

Having grown up in my hometown of San Francisco I’m no stranger to earthquakes. Also in my adolescent experience was being audience to the circulated lore of California falling into the ocean. I was in elementary school at the time I considered these prophesies through my own senses; what I saw was the ocean rising above the coast and easily understood how this could be interpreted as the land falling into the water. When the vision was complete I decided I wouldn’t let that happen on my watch. I would intend or “pray” otherwise. I began to appreciate earthquakes in an entirely new way and while my adrenaline would naturally course through my system leading me to instinctual precautionary responses any time Mother Earth shifted, I wasn’t as fearful as I’d been prior to my new found understanding of what was really happening.

When I was 23-years-old, living at Esalen Institute in Big Sur, CA, a message came through me out of my mouth in front of a few of my friends in spontaneous channeled claircognizance fashion: “I’m Guardian of the West Gate.” I immediately asked my guides what that meant and they showed me as I simultaneously felt I was holding Heaven in my right hand and Earth in my left hand maintaining the sacred connection between these graces. The West Gate is where people cross to the other side and I AM to govern and protect this gate. My guides also told me I’d understand much more about this role when I reached my 30’s and lots of homework in the meantime. Any time a message contains precognitive events and information I ask if there is any need or benefit or ability to bring that event closer to now. When I did regarding this message I was told quite simply, no.

After a couple years I moved from Big Sur to experience other parts of the state and since shortly after leaving my northern California redwood adjacent geographic gardens, I occasionally heard the message “get back to the Redwoods”. The passion and persistence my guides had behind the message and visions were growing in intensity and frequency. I could no longer ignore this message. Along with that clear phrase was detailed prophetic information about other milestones and experiences I would have after the move, including recording a track with iTom Lab for his new CD, assisting a small town police department with a previously unsolved murder investigation and meeting a woman I had visions about since I was 8-years-old and plant a crystal with her. I’ll mention here that when I did eventually meet that woman, she said to me, “My guides said you’re the Keeper for the West.” I hadn’t mentioned that to anyone since my first utterance of it many years prior at Esalen. That was quite something!

Time to take action! In August 2009, I made the guided move back to the golden state and consequently the Redwoods. Shortly after my arrival I had my first personal experience Praying in Tongues or Praying in Language (something my Grandmother did and a phenomenon that I’ll write about another time) and received a strong message to spend my birthday, September 15, in Muir Woods among the majestic trees that are home to me. That afternoon on my birthday I hiked for hours until I sequestered in a large Redwood trees. Panting to catch my breath, I received a profound download I’ll keep in the sacred and an overview of my upcoming assignments and responsibilities.

Among those responsibilities that reflect and connect to the intentions I harbored as a young child insofar as minding earthquakes I vowed to venture on outings to send my Cosmic B-12 to Mother Earth for balance. She needs to move and express herself, to stretch out and make adjustments just like humans and animals do. I speak to her offering a the humble reminder that earthlings are learning, to please accept my apology and to forgive our neglect and tantrums and to stretch her body as she needs to, mindful that we’re still here too.

In September 2010, an astute astrologer looked at my chart stating quite frankly that after the thousands of charts he’d read before, none have looked anything like mine. He added that to him it read as though, "everything that happens with the earth, you feel (and vise-versa)." I began to weep. The unique experience he had (through reading my chart) was not only his, conversely in the thousands of people I've met, none had seen that deep connection I've felt with the Earth before, one that increases with intensity each year. Namaste. One hand holding Heaven and one hand holding Mother Earth.

If you ever happen upon Assiah and I in some state park, beach or mountaintop, we’re sending the Cosmic B-12 for Mother Earth, the Light and all their children. ^i^

- Tuaca Kelly, 2010